fiction
Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Best Pie In London
The woman seated at table 12 screamed. She leapt to her feet and dropped her cutlery onto her plate. The fork spattered dark gravy over the crisp table linen. The knife slid off and clattered on the floor. Her high-backed chair teetered for a moment on two legs then toppled backwards. It crashed against the striped floorboards. Every other diner fell silent and turned to look, but she continued screaming. Her husband, fork frozen halfway to his mouth, stared at her.
By Deanne Adams8 years ago in Horror
Don't Go in There
6:45 AM My alarm clock jolted on. I groaned and buried my head under my pillow trying to ignore it. Why on earth would I set my alarm this early on a Saturday? The upbeat song that was playing ended and the local morning show hosts began cracking jokes about a marathon that is taking place today. Now I remember. I smile as I pulled my head out from under the pillow. I had entered in today's marathon. I had started running as a way to cope with a bad break up. Exercise had become an outlet to relieve my stress and depression.
By Liana Hewitt8 years ago in Horror
Last Breath
A boat sailed steadily along into the open waters of an unforgiving sea. Waves pulled the boat onward, water spilling over the sides. It was a mid-sized fishing boat, meant to carry just a few people and a lot of equipment. The engine sputtered to a stop, conserving gasoline for the long trip ahead. It was an older vessel that groaned in protest of the heavy load it carried; almost double that of its suggested occupancy. It was just after sunset.
By Deanna Balestra8 years ago in Horror
Mirror People
Jennifer never thought anything could really be of nightmares. Then her Uncle moved in. Thereafter, every night she survived; became a living nightmare. The smell of alcohol lingers and follows the man. The only warning she had that her Uncle was coming once again to take more pieces of her away. After he had his way with her. He'll wrap his large hands around her throat to choke her.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Horror
Balloxtor (Part 1)
"Is it ready, Dr.Nelson?" Nurse Joy Reeds said cautiously. A devoted employee and dearest friend. I'm surprised she stuck out with me this long and another Doctor with this experiment, most of the staff left during the project, who needs them anyway? People don't see the vision when it's in front of them I guess.
By Keonna Nelson8 years ago in Horror
Pigeons
“Come on guys, hurry!” If I had a dollar for every time Henry woke us up at 7 AM, I would probably be a millionaire by now. Last week, he made us get up at six in the morning just to show us two cats fighting over a dead mouse in his backyard. We told him if he ever sees anything interesting, then just take a video, but he always replies with “No, everything is better in person.”
By Saryna Gomez8 years ago in Horror
Answers From the Past
“As we have discussed our ancestors and how their choices affect us in the present, I would like all of you to think of one person who is deceased that had an impact on your life. How did their choices affect who you are and where you are today? I want you to do some serious research on this and interview family members. Quote some things they say in your paper. This is due next Wednesday. That gives you a week for interviews. You all are dismissed.”
By LR Hatfield8 years ago in Horror
The Sweeper in the Yard
At 2:55 on his third night in the house, John sat bolt upright in bed. His ears strained to make out any noise. The light bulb seared his tired eyes but he didn’t dare switch it off. He wrung his hands as he scanned the room for something solid to hold. His golf clubs were still in a crate downstairs, yet to be unpacked.
By Hazel Hitchins8 years ago in Horror
The Beast Within
Serena presses on as she nears an opening to the underbelly of an abandoned warehouse. A sac that has been burst open from the inside, which is thirty feet long, sways over the gallows which are now the warehouse. A foul-smelling liquid drips onto the discarded skeleton remains of previous victims which are underneath the sac. A crack in the earth shimmers with water as the moonlight reflects off its surface, however, the pond of fluid has made its home here in the aftermath of an earthquake. “I must confess Serena, I am impressed with your motivation to find me, however, what would mother think of me now?” Hyde finishes his statement with venom in his tone.
By Creation Studios8 years ago in Horror
My Grandpa’s Death Record
When my grandpa passed away, he didn’t want to be buried. He also didn’t want to be cremated and have his ashes kept in an urn or thrown off the side of a mountain or into the sea. You see there’s this company that compresses your remains and make a vinyl record from them. You can have just about anything printed on it. If want you can record your own karaoke rendition of Don’t Fear the Reaper played by the carbonized remains of your mortal form. Personally, I kind of found it a little creepy. It felt like you were having your body preserved by a taxidermist then having yourself mounted in a rocking chair forever.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
The Circle of the Scribe
"Reality is dull. It's limited, which means we're confined to what we know and what we see. It means we can hope to find things beyond our current limits, but we never will. That's what fiction exists for. Just a way for us to live our dreams without leaving our chairs. Or at least that's what the circle told me..."
By Sophie Walters8 years ago in Horror
